"I wrote his name and then slammed the notebook shut," I said, clutching the cover so hard it bent the corner.
"Show me." Lin Xiwu grabbed my wrist before I could pull the notebook away.
"Give it back, Xiwu." I tugged, but she had the corner between her teeth and her eyes were already sharp with victory.
"Who's the lucky guy this time?" Mu Zijin leaned over, phone in hand ready to film.
"Tell us, Jin. Your sketches are always dramatic." Liu Xiruo bounced on the edge of my bunk like she wanted the secret to explode.
"Stop." I kept my voice small. "It's private."
"Private? You write names in a notebook and call that private?" Lin opened the cover with theatrical care and pretended to read. "Ah. Lu—"
"Stop!" I lunged and wrapped both arms around the notebook. Lin laughed and didn't hand it back.
"Six years is a long notebook," Mu said. "You have dedication."
"You think anyone else would keep writing a name for six years?" Lin clicked her tongue. "This is top-tier obsession."
"You need a real confession video," Liu said. "We should post it. Caption: 'Dorm romance in 2025.'"
"Delete that thought." I could feel heat rising to my face. I snapped the notebook shut again and sat on my hands.
"Why are you blushing?" Lin waved a hand like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I'm not—" I caught my reflection in the small mirror taped to
